The Drummer

Chapter 7

"w-w-w-what... Danny. Why? No." still holding Danny's hands you squeeze them a little tighter, looking into his eyes. Your sight blury though, looking through tears, you could see he was close to crying aswell.

"I-I-I have too. I'm sorry. It won't be forever I promise. A month tops maybe even 2-3 weeks. I'm going to LA for a while, to clear my head. I'm so sorry..." he says softly, you could feel his hands shaking inside yours.

The lorry outside must have been a moving van. He must be moving soon then...

"when?" your voice cracking, only being able to blurt out 1 word at a time.

"tonight. I'm so sorry it's so soon, and that I didn't tell you sooner, I do like you I really do..." his voice trails off as he places his hand on your cheek and kisses you, a long, memorable kiss.

As you brake apart you find yourself in floods of tears, just sitting their in his arms, crying into his shoulder as he plays with your hair.

As you lift your head up you sniff and move the hair out of your eyes.

"I must look a mess, sorry" you say to him looking up into his eyes.

"you've never looked more beautiful" he replies, kissing your forehead.

Then he starts to sing, quietly, like a lullaby. You feel yourself unwillingly drifting asleep in his strong arms.

~

As you wake up you stretch slightly and attempt to sit up. Rubbing your eyes you look around the room you awoke, it's Danny's living room but your alone.

Shocked you look around, but to no avail. Hes gone.

A note is left beside you;

' when your reading this, il be gone. I'm so sorry.

I will meet you soon, for now i need to be alone. Just know I do and forever will, I Love You.

Love Danny '

As your hands shake the note crumples slightly in your hand. Your too shocked and upset to cry you just sit, emotionless.

As you go to get up, you slide your shoes on and go toward the door. You stop and smile.

Attached to the door, is a single rose, and the note says your name on it, in Danny's hand writing. You pick it off and smell it, it smells beautiful and sweet, just as he did.

As you walk outside, twiddling the rose inbetween you fingers, you don't know where to go. You feel lost.

So you walk to the only house that's near here.

As you knock on the door, a tall figure opens. Fully aware you look horrible and theres probably mascara run down your face you attempt a smile anyway.

"a rose? For me? You shouldnt have!" the smug voice replies.

"it's not for you, Travis" you reply bluntly